Novel & Cerita The Dream Of The Red Chamber

The city never truly slept, but that night, the Delwunco estate burned with a silence so heavy it felt like mourning all over again. Chandeliers glowed faintly against the midnight air, their golden shimmer stretching across the marble halls like candlelight over a crypt. Lia stood at the highest balcony, draped in a gown of deep scarlet that swallowed her slender frame like living flame. From below, she could hear Ruben’s men voices low, plans whispered. But she wasn’t listening to them. Her gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the city pulsed with life, commerce, and blood.

I heaved a sigh as I looked out the window; the clouds were orange, showing the color of the retreating sun. And somehow, it reminded me of her, the red-haired woman from my dreams. I clenched my fist as the face of Diona flashed in my mind. It took everything to restrain myself; the woman had haunted me since I met her. The was something about her that I couldn’t place, and whatever it was, I wished it never turned ugly. I wished A few days passed and I saw her again. As soon as she walked inside that hall, in the arms of Ryker, she caught my attention, and I could have sworn all eyes were on her. The green dress, paired with her red hair, did nothing but arouse me.

They were all curious about the woman rumored to have bewitched the Johnson heir and driven the wife away, wanting to know how spellbinding she really was. On the second floor of the manor, Tracy was dressed head to toe in haute couture, slowly descending the steps with her best friends in tow. "Oh my god, this is such a grand affair!" Gianna exclaimed. "You really gotta hand it to the Johnsons. I'm sure that just these fresh flowers alone cost a small fortune!" Tracy cocked her chin smugly when she heard that, enjoying the praise and attention she was getting. "It's nothing. See this blue sapphire brooch on my chest? There are only two such jewelry pieces in the world, and the other one bel

“Don’t worry, I’ll learn. How hard can Dreamweaving be?” I nodded. “Then there’s no problem.” I pushed open the heavy doors, leaving a room of silent, guilty faces behind me. Walking down the cold corridor, one thought brought a smile to my lips. He didn't know the Blood Moon Awakening was only ten days away. And that the elders would only accept me, with my First-born blood, to lead it.

If this was only for one night, I was going to savor every moment. 'Friends, nothing more. You can't have her,' I kept thinking to myself as Taylor drifted off to sleep. I had been dozing off and on but kept waking up to her heavenly scent of Jasmine. I drifted to sleep and dreamt of a life with Taylor and Wade that I would never have. WRITERS NOTE Thank you all so much for reading! Please support me by commenting on your thoughts on this chapter and voting. Hugs, Sapphirian J.

After all, I'm not going to ruin her yet; just a little scared. "After I came back, a mysterious figure came into my dream," I say. "He told me I should give up my love for the Crown Prince or else the Red Witch will put a curse on me." "What?!" Rebecca gasped and cried. "How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her."

Having fallen into a deep sleep right after watching through heavy eyelids as Johnathan walked toward the door in her dark room, Purity dreamt. The dream was strange to her because she wasn’t safe in her bed but seated on a cold stone throne in what looked like a castle. She noticed the gold and blood-red carpet that led from her feet to the large iron door at the end of a long spacious room. Details depicting elegant flowers and naked bodies intertwined like ivy crawling across the floor had her staring at it before a voice broke through her concentration, “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

The trumpeters start playing. No sounds come to my ear . It was like watching a blurry movie without sound. It is starting to piss me off. Who are these people? Why do I see them in my dreams? Do I know them? How am I related to them? The woman I see so many times descends down the stairs in a red and black gown . The steward introduced to everybody.Everyone is looking at her with respect. Many people come forward to talk to her. I look at the man from my dream and see his attention is already on her.

•• She jerked up from the bed, cleaning her wet eyes. "It was just a dream Ralda, just a dream. It was just a dream." She tried consoling herself only to look up to see little Chelsea beside the bed with a knife on her hand. "Who said it was a dream?!" TBC A sneak peak to my new book, available on Goodnovel website... The King's Raw Obsession Chapter 2 The cheerings and song had died down, the people had gone ahead to redecorate their land. Taking down everything that had to do with the ICANAR to replace it with their Bakarish culture.